Learning me...and you

Sometimes I forget. I forget that I'm young. That there are parts of me that have not been known yet. That there are parts of me that are not, as of yet...that will be...one day.

I live my life...and I love my life. I enjoy it. I even sometimes revel in it.

And then there it is...

Something new...unknown...undiscovered.

And it's not a bad thing...this new found truth. It's just new...to me...to him...and it's something that has been there. Under the surface of me for some time now, I'm sure. And here it is...on my surface. This new flavor of my self...but the thing that seems most surprising to me is that it's not new. It is something that is weathered, tattered, in the creases of me. So much so that it has escaped the light of day for so long...for years really.

So, where did this come from? My heart truth? Who gave this to me?

It's part of my history. My make-up, almost. And it's only been silently encouraged in almost every relationship I've splashed through since I was a young heart. You, and you, and him, and that one, and that boy...all adding to the layers of this view...this belief...this truth. That's really not a truth at all.

And then there's you. This boy that makes my heart dance and settle all at the same time. You recognize this in me...you pin-prick it. You drag it out into the sunshine...

and...amazingly...

it melts a little.

You tell me to stop. To stand...and rest....and be. And you hold me close. And you tell me that it is okay...

That I am okay...just me...

And I stand here...breathless.